A/N: Excuse me for some fail grammar, this is my first try at writing stories.
I recommend people under the age of 18 to not read, as you may find a couple of mild violence, both through action and words.
I wake up from my wooden bed, on a warm Tuesday morning. The sun barely rose up just as my energy did. After fixing my bed, i left my room and outside, in the dining room, were my grandparents that woke up an hour before i did.
"Oh, Erik. You're up early." My grandmother Evelyn said.
"Here, have a seat." My grandfather Ezekiel said, as he offered me a seat which i gladly accepted.
"So, what's for breakfast?" I anxiously asked my grandparents.
"Just this, Erik." My grandmother brought in a plate of corn.
I was obviously excited to eat the plate of corn, but the look in my grandparents' faces made me stop for a moment.
"Umm, is there something wrong with the corn?" I asked my grandparents. They were keeping something from me.
"Nothing, sweetie. It's just that some dragons ruined half the farm, and we believe it's caused by Berk again." By this, my grandmother started to burst in tears as my grandfather tried to comfort her. Dragons, and their equally crazy owners, the village of Berk, have been stealing and ruining our yields for the past few weeks. Rumor spreaded around our village that a young person in Berk, much the same age as me trained a dragon and started all of this.
Berk has been trouble for our farm for the past decades. They took my parents away when i was five, and have been doing the same thing since i was born. My grandparents are the only people that keep me company. We had plans to move as far away from Berk as possible, but we never had the money to do so.
As i ate the plate of corn, i could see a Monstrous Nightmare coming for our farm.
"Get down, Erik!" My grandparents quietly whispered as we hid below the table, waiting for the dragons to leave.
I could hear the sounds of our fruits being gulped away by those behemoths. We've been working hard on our plants since we planted them a year ago, only to be stolen by a stranger.
"We got what we need, let's get out of here!" I heard the voice of a young man.
"There has GOT to be more." I heard another voice, coming from a young woman.
We tried to slowly creep out of the house, but a black dragon, the Night Fury we call it, ripped our house open.
"JESUS CHRIST, WE HAVE TO LEAVE, NOW!" My grandpa shouted at us, as the Night Fury saw me.
"We can't Ezekiel, we can't leave our farm here!" My grandma quickly rejected.
The Night Fury spitted a fireball at us, destroying our house. We ran away from him, but we got seperated afterwards. The Night Fury came for me, as it showed it's fake, red fin.
I hid behind a couple of rocks, praying that it will not find me, just as the Book of Dragons said. However, i could feel that it is right behind me, and i cannot hold longer to hide. I ran away as fast as i could but i was overpowered, the Night Fury catched up to me and i felt like i was about to die, which will happen.
The Night Fury looked at me like i was some sort of dessert. Trying to back off, i accidentally slipped on a branch and hit my head on a rock. I placed my hand behind my head. As i saw it was bleeding, i lost feeling on it and blacked out.
I woke up on a bed, inside a strange house i don't know of. I looked around, and i saw pictures of dragons, different kinds of them. I had never seen so much dragon species before. As i tried to get up, i heard footsteps coming from the stairs.
"I'll go check on him, okay?" I heard the voice of an awkward young man. When he came upstairs, i immediately recognized him. He is Hiccup, the person who's the center of rumors about dragons. If i knew it right, he was the start of all our problems. I wanted to hurt him, but i couldn't.
He looked at me nicely, and smiled in a sheepish way. I was forced to smile back, as he approached the bed.
Hiccup sits on the side of my bed and starts to stare at me in such a way that i looked like a wimp.
"You're awake. We found you half-dead on a small island. Is your head okay?"
I felt my head, and i saw a small gush of blood on my hand. Horrified, i rubbed the blood on my shirt.
"It's still bleeding. Do you have any clothes?" I shake my head.
I remember keeping a towel on my pocket before the raid, and i quickly pulled it out and tied it around my head. I felt a little bit better afterwards.
"The others should meet you. Can you walk?" I got off the bed, and still had the strength to walk with my left leg, but i could not feel my right leg, which i tripped on a branch. Hiccup assisted me in walking downstairs.
I saw a couple of teenagers about my age and two adults. After stepping on the last step, i accidentally trip and fall on the wooden boards.
"Fuck!" I cussed after hitting my head on a pointy nail.
They all rush to help me. Holding my hand on my forehead, i saw a small amount of blood.
I was used to seeing blood, as my mother was a medic and i helped her when she was still alive. Medicine had always been my area of expertise, with the exception of my knowledge. My grandparents never knew it, but ever since i was born i was considered smart. Before he died, my father would always teach me about stuff around us.
I figured i could use my talents to get out of Berk, and find my grandparents. As of know, i have to know what these guys are planning to do.